Pencil Sketched Sky

The dust swept the reasons from my soul

for feeling like falling in love with you.

Vignettes played of you before life ceased,

swift feet danced on the brink in soft wind

but time erased our fallen leaves of fall.

You disappeared beyond reach of my eyes

in dusky shadows of dimly lit evening.

You became a star in pencil sketched sky

as days whispered softly in tender winds.

You won’t be there to tie my shoes -

you’ve reached your destination

of cellophaned roses upon your breast,

melting in drops upon hallowed earth,

heavens shrouded in tormented cries.